a little - a lot

The world is quiet,
 at this hour the yellow glow gathers in empty parking lots.
My footfalls sound important.
The mind stills in the mist of my breath.
As the hours pass the world grows even quieter,
every movement, every sound profound in the ghost light.
A pale blue will soon lighten the horizon and the world will slowly awake,
a soft stirring at first that will build into the blazing, hysteria of the day.

Good Night.